the other day I was walking down the street, my mind troubled about this or that. I happened to come across this sheet of paper blowing in the wind, so I grabbed it as it flew by and this is what it said:
“went out to a bar with some friends after work. It was nothing special. Anyway, as it happens, three of the women there were good friends with one another and they sat together at one end of the table. As far as I know, none of these women are interested in becoming more than friends with me, so I wasn’t vying with anyone else for their attention. Instead, I was just enjoying my glass of Balvenie and chatting it up with whoever. I found myself slowly pushed toward the other end of the table as a number of men politely insinuated themselves between me and the young women. Whatever.
Eventually I looked up from my scotch and saw the three of them together at the other end of the table. It suddenly occurred to me how beautiful they were, how like a Botticelli painting as they talked and laughed. One of them was trying to grade papers and the other two were continually stopping her with jokes and distractions. Whenever they succeeded in getting her attention, the three of them would laugh and move their heads closer together.
How lovely each one was in her own way. What a wonderful thing is beauty. What a miracle on earth is a beautiful young woman.”
I agree completely.